Letter 254: The maiden about whom your Holiness wrote to me is at present disposed to think, that if she were of full age she would refuse every proposal of marriage. She is, however, so young, that even if she were disposed to marriage, she ought not yet to be either given or betrothed to any one. Besides this, my lord Benenatus, brother revered and belov...

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Augustine to the people of Hippo, greetings.

This may be one of the last letters I write to you as your bishop. My health is failing, and the Vandals are at our borders.

But I do not write in fear. I write in hope — the same hope I have preached to you for thirty-five years.

The world is passing away. Rome has been sacked. Africa trembles. The order we knew is dissolving. But the City of God does not depend on the city of man. The Church does not depend on the Empire. Our faith does not depend on our circumstances.

Whatever comes — siege, conquest, exile, death — the promises of God remain. "Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away" [Matthew 24:35]. Hold to those words. They are your anchor in every storm.

I have loved you. I have served you as well as I could — which was never well enough. Forgive my failures. Remember the truths I taught you, not because they were mine but because they were Christ's. And when this life is over — for all of us, whether today or in fifty years — we will meet again in the city that has foundations, whose architect and builder is God.

Farewell, beloved people of God.

Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.

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